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“Drop it.”
Your hands started to curl into fists as you gritted your teeth, glaring into your husband’s best friend.
“Why are you so against letting me know where he went?” You questioned once more, trying to push away the cracking of your voice.
“Because it’s got nothing to do with you.” Bakugou snarled, his eyes glaring those crimson pupils through your head.
“I’m his WIFE! HOW HAS IT GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH ME?” You screamed, squeezing your eyes and stomping your foot on his wooden floor.
You were currently battling Bakugou, trying to persuade him to tell you where Kirishima had gone. He had been gone for more than a week now and you weren’t informed of anything.
The last time you saw him and heard from him was when he was heading off to an early patrol. You groggily kissed him on the forehead and wished him a good day, before slipping back into sleep.
“He’s on a mission, he’s busy. Why can't you get that?” Bakugou scowled, folding his arms and leaning against his wall as he glanced at the side.
“Why didn’t he tell me that?” You questioned, your eyebrows creasing in bewilderment and your eyes flickering through everything around you.
“Cause he’s busy.” Bakugou shrugged, not giving you the hope of knowing where your husband disappeared off to.
“Where is he?” You questioned once more, taking a demanding step closer to Bakugou at every word you spat out.
“Stay the fuck back!” Bakugou growled, grimacing at you and then glinting back to your feet, inching closer to him.
As your mind spanned through every possible way to contact Kirishima or how to get Bakugou to speak, you slammed your foot on the floor in frustration.
Your voice started to crack, along with your heart as you could feel yourself seeping into the ground. Your hands started to tighten around you, whilst your tears started to flow down your cheeks.
“I just want Eijirou back.” You sobbed, through huffs and puffs, weeping to the ground and letting your tears melt into Bakugou’s flooring.
Bakugou was silent, biting his lip as he glanced at his phone and then stared at your hectic state for a few minutes. Until he swiftly snatched his phone and began to call someone.
The ringing tone didn’t hurt you, but within two seconds you could hear a voice utter through Bakugou’s phone speaker.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” That energetic voice that vibrates through your ears, bringing back the rejoice. You leapt to your feet, trembling slightly and sniffling violently as you dashed to the phone.
However, Bakugou didn’t seem to be refusing you as he held his phone out to you, waiting for you to snatch it from him.
“Eijirou!” You seized the phone, pulling it up to you and screaming into the speaker.
You had received a hitch in his breath, your fingers gripping around Bakugou’s phone as you let yourself lean against his railing.
A minute later, the voice spoke again, saying hello with your voice so calmly, so peacefully. How was he so calm, when he could hear your sniffles and sobs?
“Eijirou..?” You whispered, breathing in from lacking the energy to even think at that moment.
“It’s Kaminari.”
“Kaminari…” You repeated in a whisper, slowly letting out puffs of air to catch your breath that slipped from you.
“Yes. Kaminari, your-“ Kaminari spoke, gently, responding to you so softly.
“Where’s Kirishima?” You interrupted him, hastily trying to find a reason, your eyes flickering from both sides.
“Where is he? Please. Where’s my husband?” You repeated, questioning Kaminari and gripping Bakugou’s phone tightly. You needed answers and you were going to get answers.
“Kirishima left.” Kaminari’s voice dropped to a bleak soulless voice as he uttered those words out through the speaker. Bakugou had realised and watched as you started to wrap one of your hands on your head.
“Where to??” You questioned once again, your expression turning into bafflement as you felt your mind start to blur and shift into nothing.
“He left this world.” The words dropped into your ear like a bomb. You weren’t sure what he meant by that.
“What?” Your eyes dropped along with your eyebrows as you glared into the distance. You couldn’t understand.
“He left this world a year ago.” The words hurt you. The memories flashing back to you standing at his grave with an endless amount of used tissues as you sniffled and sobbed violently into the fresh soil of his grave.
“No.” You responded, breathing heavily as your eyes traced over Bakugou’s flooring.
“No.” You shouted now, you could see the grave that he lay in haunting you in your mind. You could see the stone that had, “Kirishima Eijirou, Red Riot, a great hero, son and friend.” edged into it.
“Don’t be silly now.” You furrowed your eyebrows, frowning with irritation. Everyone was against you. No one would tell you where he went. He couldn’t have gone.
“When’s he coming back?” You questioned, frantically looking around and pleading for an answer that was suitable to your liking.
“WHEN’S HE COMING BACK?!?” You screamed, scrunching your face as your tears fell like waterworks over your damp cheek.
“Please. When’s he coming back?” You whispered through sobs, effortlessly gripping the phone and Bakugou’s rails that you leaned against.
“Soon.” Bakugou now spoke, taking a step closer to you and crouching down to be your level. His legs started to fold as he sat opposite you.
His hands grasped onto his phone as he took it from you, not smiling, not frowning, a look of worrisome.
“When is ‘soon’?” You questioned, your eyebrows raised upwards and your body trembling as your tears seeped through your darkening eyes.
“Soon. Don’t you worry.” Bakugou’s hands crept for yours, holding your hands for comfort and squeezing them slowly.
Kaminari was still on the phone, but you couldn’t make out the surrounding words through your sobs.
“Hey Bakugou,” Kaminari spoke through the phone, as you were cramped up into a ball, wrapping your arms around and sobbing violently now.
“Yeah?” Bakugou had responded, grunting and sneaking one of his hands around you, trying to catch your attention.
“I’m sorry about all of this,” Kaminari responded and Bakugou could feel the irritation grow strong. It grew deeper and deeper at every second as he heard the words sorry slip out.
“Don’t be fucking sorry.” Bakugou scoffed into the phone, growing agitated at just seeing your hectic state grow more frantic.
“Yeah I know, but it’s just so unexpected, along with Kirishima’s death,” Kaminari mumbled, but loud enough for Bakugou to hear the last bit and have a sting of remembrance.
“I know.” He swiftly responded, trying to change the subject, trying to forget what happened to his best friend and how he left this world for the protection of others.
“You’ll get your wife back.” Those words couldn't have frustrated Bakugou anymore.
A year ago, he was rising to the top. He would return home to his wife, miserably failing to make some baking goods, but it hadn’t bothered him too much.
Until he received a call, claiming that Pro-Hero Red Riot had been found unresponsive on the battlefield. A nightmare that Bakugou never wanted to come across, however, he did.
He saw only a glimpse of how his wife fainted from the news, knocking herself out and leaving her impaled on the floor.
He skipped past everyone, racing her to the hospital. He was as still as a statue as he watched her wake up and scream a name that wasn’t his. He wasn’t sure what his wife had for his best friend, but it was a deepening connection for sure.
“Whatever,” Bakugou grunted before he ended the call, leaving Kaminari with no comfort in his words. Instead, he pushed his phone away from him, leaning closer to you.
His arms wrapped around you, holding you close and trying to whisper lies into you to at least try and comfort you, by saying that he was coming back.
He did this every time, he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know how to handle what was happening, but he tried his best.
The last thing he could do was let you go. He swore he would never do that, remaining hopeful that his wife would return to him.
He built his hopes high that you would recognise him for who he was, however every time you cried for his best friend’s name, he couldn’t help but fall and tumble.
Regardless of losing his hopes that day, he would strengthen it the next day.